Have faith in those who are older than you: remember, you're fighting ideology, not everyone. Learn, figure out who is who, know.

Go ahead and judge, but just think, you're probably no shining example of idealism yourself if you're doing it. Also, the world doesn't revolve around you, so why should everything be so gosh damn accomodating to you? If you want peace, be peaceful, don't talk shit about people who talk shit because they're talking shit. It's the same fucking ( Read more... )

It's just one of those things. There's no real explainable reason why, it just has to be. Like a hundred hands pressing up from behind you that just won't stop. I mean, you could think of so many reasons why it'd be wonderful, but that's not really why it's got to be, and if it doesn't happen, it's like you're being forced upon against a closed ( Read more... )

Let's just face the facts, and tell them that we hate them, that they always get in the way, that they're stressing us out way too much. Distance, direction. I hate you. Yep, that's me, drugging myself up because just saying it makes my teeth grind and my brain blister. Yeah, just keep the chemicals comin' until I can't focus enough to sound ( Read more... )

There are so many "attractive" people, and so many people with "attractive" personalities. I've taken a look around, and in this city alone, there are at least a million people, and about half of them meet either of those criteria, and some of the time, both, and that pretty much goes for the rest of the world's population of whatever six-billion- ( Read more... )

Hans is alive and breathing. I speak the truth. If you weren't aware, he was gone for a bit, but he just stepped back in the door a couple days ago with his suitcases and said he's staying for a while.

I've finally done it. It wasn't too hard to fall after the peak. Existing and not feel, consumed by apathy, estranged. The last bit of me forcing the remnants through dry tear ducts, through the mask that has suffocated me. Instinct, innate, hardened plaster.

Something big is going to happen soon. I can see it on the streets. Smell it in the air. Hear it on the radio waves. My hands are shaking, I'm eager. Are you afraid of revolution? Explosions in nearby shopping centers. Police barricades with bullet-proof plexiglass, kevlar vests, gas masks, rifles firing into crowds. There'll be panic. As ( Read more... )

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I love Rejar. If you don't know who he is, it's probably because you've never met him before. He's the guy that lives with my mom and me that's not my dad, we adopted about four years ago, I believe. He's kind of reserved, and isn't usually comfortable when new people are around, but he usually warms up to people after a godo couple of hours, ( Read more... )